The Winds of Wonder

That formidable reality

The dark infinity of unawareness,

Is a formidable opposite reality;

But a wisest thought had designed it so,

In freedom for the spirit’s urge to multiply be;

It’s a dense fancy budding in flourishing joy,

A dream wandering with the locus of the truth;

So does a preciousness come in her pride,

And dismiss deceitful falsehood born of death.

7 February 2025

A sardonic rictus

A Power that laughed at the mischief of the world,
An irony that joined the world’s contraries
And flung them into each other’s arms to strive,
Put a sardonic rictus on God’s face. ||56.17||

The featured painting is by Huta. Here is the sketch by the Mother

Savitri Book 2 Canto 7 – The Descent into Night

A Pow|+er that laughed| at the mis|+chief of| the world,|

An i|+ro+ny| that joined| the world’s| con+tra+ries|

And flung| them in|+to each oth|+er’s arms| to strive,|

Put a| sar+don|+ic ric|+tus on| God’s face.|